It's been a while since i really felt something. that feeling that never goes away. to be too passionate about something that it could fill all the voids within you. to be busy doing something that you forget about your mental illness that it makes it heals by itself gradually.
Nowadays, I feel so beautiful yet terrible as if there're flowers in my lungs and despite how beautiful they seem, they suffocate me. as if there's something that is ruining all what I've shaped within me. I feel it in my chest, something is missing. maybe it's all the things that I've left behind me without appreciating them enough. maybe it's all the people that tended to leave me suddenly with no reasonable excuses and the idea of them leaving kept consuming me until I became just an empty fragile wounded soul. maybe some reasons are better left unknown. or maybe it's just me.
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RastgeleIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
